I was just reminiscing on how technology has changed since I was in college.  Yes, technology is constantly changing, but it’s sort of fun/funny to pick a point in time and compare then with now.  I mean, think about dail-up AOL with “chat rooms” and compare that with instant, 24/7 internet access on your phone, where you can update your Facebook, Twitter, or connect to Skype.

Wow…I can remember a time when I didn’t even have a cell phone.  Cell phones were for rich people, important people, people who wore suits and had “business” to get done (whatever that meant).  Back then, my wildest dreams had me aspiring to owning a beeper – all the cool kids had beepers.  The first time I was allowed access to a cell phone was when I turned 16 and started driving.  And even then, I was just carrying around my mom’s phone, only if I went out after dinner, and only to use in case of emergencies.  I was also driving her car, which meant I had to replace the gas I used and wash it every Saturday.

Then, when I started college, my parents added me to their cell phone plan.  I was allotted about 200 minutes a month and my phone looked something like this:

Cutting-edge technology, folks!

Yep, it had an antenna, a green screen with black pixels forming the letters and, um, “graphics”, and 3 or 4 different types of beeping noises for ring tones.  Oh yeah…I was cool! 🙂  When my parents cautioned me about going over my minutes, I remember nodding to them while thinking to myself, “How the heck would I ever use up that many minutes?!”

Current-day me looks back on this cute, little, naive teenager and smiles.  Oh, honey, just wait.  The time will come when you’ll yawn at 200 minutes per month.  Eventually, phones will come with full-color displays, they’ll have cameras to take pictures and *gasp* videos!  Pretty soon, you won’t know what to do with yourself if you can’t have a phone without “text messaging” (you’ll learn about that in a couple years).  And get this…you’ll be able to access the World Wide Web on your phone one day!  Yep, and you’ll start to twitch if you lose your wi-fi signal.  One day, phones won’t even need buttons!  Woah, ok…too much?  We’ll stop there.

I’m trying to imagine what kind of technology will be available to my son when he becomes a teenager.  Will he look at my iPhone and laugh at what a dinosaur it is?  Will his eyes widen in disbelief when I tell him that we had to survive on only 3G or 4G through our phones?  Will Facebook and Twitter still be cool?  One of these days, I’ll sit him on my lap and tell him, “When I was your age, all I wanted was a beeper.”  And when he turns his puzzled little face up to look at mine and asks, “What’s a beeper?”, I’ll smile tell him my story…

As much as I wish I was talking about these beautiful flowers, I’m not. I’m actually referring to my to-do list…

I suppose it would help if I could keep the days of the week straight.  I don’t know if it’s pregnancy-brain or just working-from-home-fog, but today (Wednesday) is the first day this week that I have remembered correctly.  (Wednesday)  And that’s only because I keep reminding myself!  (Wednesday)

It started on Monday, which you’d think I’d recognize, since it comes right after Sunday, which was Easter, and we went to church and there was an awesome special service, AND it’s the first day after the weekend that Hubby goes to work.  I mean, hello?

Well, our small group meets on Monday nights.  So, Hubby came home from work, and after dinner we sat on the couch, where Hubby took a quick nap and I watched TV.  At about 6:55 pm (our group meets at 7:00 pm), he woke up and mumbled “Hey, what time are we leaving?”

I actually cocked my head to one side and squinted (because that always helps me think more clearly) and mouthed the word “leaving…” before I jumped up exclaiming, “Oh crap, it’s Monday!”  Hubby had a good laugh and said, “Well, what day did you think it was?”  I really didn’t have a  good explanation for that one, except that in whatever time zone my brain was in, it wasn’t going to be Monday until tomorrow, somehow…  Yikes!

So then, the next day, I still couldn’t get it together.  I got the mail from the mailbox and put in a book that I needed to send out for my online book swapping club (Paperbackswap.com – it’s awesome.  You should check it out.  Tell them I sent you. :)).  When Hubby got home, I asked him, “Did you check the mail?”  He gave me a funny look and said, “Um, no…the flag’s up.  Doesn’t that mean you put something out there already?”

And somehow my brain had migrated back to La-la-land Time Zone, because my response was as follows: “Oh, I wasn’t sure if I had picked up the mail from yesterday, but that wouldn’t make sense, because yesterday was Sunday!”  Oh.  Wow.  Really?  Hubby used that tone of voice that’s saved for people who wake up with amnesia, “No…honey…today…is…Tuesday…”

I was SO embarrassed!  But!  I DO know that today is Wednesday!  So I’m giving myself a point for that one.  Mostly I keep reminding myself (Wednesday) because last week I forgot what day Thursday was, which happens to be garbage day, which turned out to be the smelliest mistake I think I’ve ever made. 😦  Eww…

So, since today is Wednesday, that means I can put that stinky bin out at the curb (and AWAY from the house) as early as this afternoon, since the garbage heros come at the crack of dawn tomorrow.  Which is Thursday.  See?  I’m getting the hang of this! 🙂 

*Update:  After the garbage truck came and took away the stinky garbage, Hubby came home and hosed out the bin with soapy bleach water.  He’s my Superman. 🙂 

So, there’s this blog called The Daybook that does a feature called “Awkward and Awesome Thursdays.”  Several other people have joined in the fun, and I find their posts quite entertaining!  I’m gonna give it a shot, but I’m just going to sum up the month of April so far (events will be listed in the order I remember them, not chronologically…let’s not put too much pressure on a brain that I have to share with a growing baby).  For the record, today is Thursday. 🙂

Awkward

– Filing taxes on your own, well technically with the Hubby, during the tax year when all the experts are saying this was the most confusing year for tax laws.  (For the record, interpreting your real estate documents to figure out what you owe on your tax credit will probably make you want to shoot someone/something.  Just sayin’…)

– Sweating in April.  Southerners call 82 degrees “a nice Spring day,” but the land I hail from just got 3 inches of snow, and despite complaints of annoyance, nobody there thought that was strange.  So yes, sweating in April is awkward for me.

– Planning a trip to visit said home state in a few weeks and realizing that most of the clothes that fit my growing frame are summer clothes…hmm…

– Even though I am the one that is pregnant, due to circumstances beyond our control (like tendonitis and allergies), Hubby has had more doctors appointments than I have! 

– Not being able to open any windows because of Hubby’s allergies to all things Nature.

– Feeling pregnant without looking very pregnant.  I can’t keep more than one thought straight in my head, and I get tired a heck of a lot quicker than I used to, but unless I pointed out the ultrasound picture on our refrigerator, you’d probably just think I had too much to eat for lunch.  Which I probably did.  But whatever…

– Trying to compensate my forgetful, pregnancy-hormone-filled brain by putting reminders in the calendar on my phone…but forgetting to set the alarms so that I would actually be reminded…doh!

– Having the neighbor who never speaks to anyone shouting and banging on your door at 7:00 a.m. to ask you for a jump or jumper cables because she left her headlights on all night and her battery died.

– Continuing to be ignored by the neighbor whose car you jumped at 7:00 a.m.

– The overflowing baskets of clean laundry that I have yet to fold.  No really, that’s clean…it’s just…a little wrinkley…  I am so in trouble when this baby comes…

Awesome

– Despite the frustrations with taxes themselves, TurboTax is pretty awesome.  I would recommend them.

– Being surprised by Hubby with a trip to home state to visit my family.  I heart him!  A lot! 😉

– Getting a part-time, at-home job that allows me freedom to run errands, clean house and cook dinner during the day, leaving my evenings free to hang out with Hubby.

– Making new friends through our new small group from church.  We all seem to like each other, which is awesome.

– Having a neighbor (different than the awkward one) who refers to me as “Little Mama” and habitually brings us desserts. 🙂  Miss Pruney is awesome.

– My new-found LOVE for raw fruits and veggies.  So far, this baby has pretty good taste in cravings (no pun intended).

– Getting ready to plant a veggie garden next week! 🙂

– Getting our second dog spayed, which means I will only have to change one little being’s diapers from now on, and it will be a human being.  (Seriously, dogs in heat are awk. ward.)

– Exercising my dogs by blowing bubbles for them in the backyard.  They do all the running, I do all the laughing.  Totally.  Awesome. 🙂

– Looking forward to the 5 year anniversary with Hubby.  Again, I heart him.  He’s my best friend, my hero, and my dearest love.  And he’s planning a big surprise for that day.  Surprises are awesome. 🙂

– Also looking forward to finding out whether this baby is gonna be a boy or a girl.  No, I don’t have any instinct about it.  I just want him/her to be healthy!  Again, surprises are awesome. 🙂

There you have it – my awkward and awesome life so far this month!  Good stuff. 🙂

Don’t forget, this post is brought to you by The Daybook.

Those who know me know that I try my very best not to be a wasteful person. Need groceries? I have coupons. Something broke? Let’s figure out how to repair it ourselves. You’re hungry? There are leftovers in the refrigerator.

Ah, leftovers. In a perfect world, I would always be able to turn my leftovers into a new, tasty meal. Alas, this has not always been the case, and has left us (on more than one occasion) eating the same dish for dinner, lunch, dinner, and sometimes lunch again. But not today! Today, I took my leftovers, waved my magic spoon, and transformed them into a different dish. And I didn’t do too bad, if I may say so myself. 🙂

Here’s the low-down… On Thursday, I made Brown and Wild Rice Pilaf (recipe found here) and salmon burgers. Quite tasty. On Friday (yesterday), we had more Brown and Wild Rice Pilaf (note to self…1 cup uncooked brown rice + 1 cup uncooked wild rice = way more rice than two people are capable of eating!). As I pondered my leftover rice (mostly because I wanted to head off any “this again?” comments at our next meal), I remembered my favorite soup of all time: Cream of Chicken and Wild Rice Soup from Panera (insert angelic chorus here). I suspected they wouldn’t share their money-making recipe with little ol’ me, so I started looking through different recipes online. I ended up choosing 2 different recipes and doing what I like to call “Pirate Cooking.”

Side note: “Pirate Cooking” is a nod to the first Pirates of the Carribean movie, where Captain Barbosa explains to Elizabeth Swan that The Pirates’ Code is more like a set of guidelines than rules. This is my usual approach to recipes. I read over them, often comparing several, and then use the general concepts to make something up on my own. It usually works out. I mean, we’re still alive, anyway. 🙂

Ok – back to the recipe. The soup turned out great, although a tad thick (after we ate our first bowlfuls, I went back and added a bit more broth to what was left in the pot). Here’s how I worked my magic (please note most of the measurements are estimates, but it should be more or less accurate :)):

Cream of Chicken & Leftover Wild Rice

3 cups chicken broth (I only used 2 cups tonight, but 3 would’ve been better)

2 chicken breasts, diced

2 stalks celery, chopped

3 small-medium carrots, chopped

1/2 onion, chopped

1/2-3/4 cup (more or less, to taste) leftover wild rice

handful chopped fresh parsley

1/2 tsp salt

1/2 tsp black pepper

1/2 cup flour

1/2 cup butter

1/2 tsp dried thyme

1 cup half-and-half or cream

In large pot, add broth, chicken, and chopped parsley; bring to boil and reduce heat. Simmer until chicken is cooked, then turn off heat. In a small bowl, mix flour, 1/4 tsp salt and 1/4 tsp pepper, set aside. In medium saucepan, melt butter over medium heat. Add celery, carrots and onion; cook for 5 minutes. Add dried thyme, 1/4 tsp salt and 1/4 tsp pepper; cook 5 more minutes, until veggies are tender. Gradually add flour mixture to veggies, while stirring constantly, to create a roux. (Go ahead and click on the link – I didn’t know what it was until about an hour ago.) Mixture will be soft and thick. Saute for another 3-4 minutes to cook out the raw flour taste. Add half-and-half or cream, again stirring constantly until smooth. Cook 5 more minutes, stirring occasionally. While that cooks, add your leftover rice to the chicken and broth and simmer (since the rice is already cooked, you only need it to warm up and let the broth absorb some of the seasoning). When creamy mixture is ready, add it to the chicken, rice and broth, and stir it up. Cook over medium heat for another 15-20 minutes and serve. Makes about 4-5 servings.

This is what my soup looked like (again, mine was a little too thick; I'll use more broth next time).

There you have it! I think even Panera regulars would be happy with the results. I’m thinking this is going to be even tastier tomorrow, after the flavors have all had a chance to marinate together. Yummy! 🙂

P.S. Let me know if you try anything different that you enjoyed (added a spice, used a diferent amount of some ingredient, etc.). I’d love to hear your ideas! Go ahead and throw a parrot on your shoulder, strap on an eye patch and cook up something delicious! 😉

So, it’s been some of those days…  Not just one of those days, but two, actually.  Yesterday, I had my first ultrasound appointment, so Hubby came with me to see the baby.  This should be a happy day, right?

I picked him up from work, and he was already having a rough day.  He was a little grumpy about having to leave work early and said he’d have to go back in the evening to finish some things up.  My hormones took the opportunity to take personal offense at the situation, which was a great start.

We got about 5 minutes down the freeway when we realized that I forgot to grab the CD and DVD that we wanted to bring with, just in case they’d burn us some extra pictures and/or a video of the ultrasound!  Dangit.  So, we checked the GPS for the nearest office supply store.  There was one 2.3 miles from where we were, sort of still on the way to the hospital.  But it turned out to be all back roads and school zones.  Great.  It would’ve been faster to turn around and go home.

At the store, Hubby ran in and got a DVD, and we got back on the road.  By this time, we were seriously pushing the 20 minute window of grace for the appointment.  Hubby dropped me off at the door of the hospital, and I booked it up to the 9th floor to check in – 17 minutes late (but still within the 20 minute window!).  We were then told that they had to do a “procedure” and all the ultrasound rooms were full, so we had to wait 30 minutes.  Also, they won’t burn a CD or DVD for patient privacy reasons.  Super.  I cried a little, or maybe the hormones did.

We got to see our baby on the ultrasound screen, which was really great.  S/he loves the camera!  As soon as that thing touched my stomach, it was showtime – commence wiggling, head-bobbing, kicking, and showing off your good side, baby!  I think the ultrasound technician said “That’s a NICE shot!” about 3 times. 🙂  At least that went well.  And my nurse said everything looks great, so that was good to hear.

But then tried to leave.  We got to elevators when Hubby realized he forgot where he parked the car (he was running to meet me in the waiting room, after all).  We searched 3 or 4 levels of the parking garage before we finally found it.  By this time, we were obviously on cloud 9 and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company.  (Please tell me you’re picking up on the sarcasm here.) 

We got back on the freeway, and then Hubby couldn’t find his sunglasses (and by sunglasses, I mean freaking-expensive sunglasses).  So we had another breakdown.  I tried to call the doctor’s office to see if anyone found them there, but they had closed by then.  Awesome!  By the grace of God, we actually found them, slipped into the crack of the seat, where the bottom meets the back (so at least I wasn’t sitting directly on them).  It was like a silver speck in our cloud.

At home, I managed to make homemade pizzas for dinner without breaking or burning down anything (I was pretty impressed with myself).  AND the pizzas came out of the oven right when Hubby walked in the door.  Although I forgot to add diced tomatoes to the toppings, we decided we’d live without them and settled down to an evening of watching American Pickers before hitting the hay early.

This morning, I woke up early to throw a few pieces of laundry in the dryer because I was pretty sure Hubby was out of socks.  I gave myself points for starting the day off with a solution instead of a problem (how self-help of me, right?).  Then I thought, hey, as long as I’m up, I might as well make Hubby some breakfast.

But the road to 2 cups of spilled oatmeal on the floor and sauteed burned apples was paved with good intentions.  Also, Hubby didn’t need the socks – he had one clean pair left.  Thankfully, he gave me a huge hug before I had the chance to cry about anything, thanked me for everything and told me he loves me.  He also ate the oatmeal that made it into the pot and got cooked, along with the apples, and declared it was the best breakfast he’d had in a long time.  I don’t know if it was totally true, but it made me feel a whole lot better.

I’m still apprehensive about leaving the house today.  I think I’ll just stay right here on my couch.  The garbage truck came, so our bin needs to be pulled back up to the house, but I think it can wait until Hubby gets home from work.  And I’m thinking leftover pizza for dinner.  Just in case.

Heeeeey…and we’re back from commercial break!  Sorry for that moment…er…month…of silence.  The thing is, I really only had one thing to talk about, but I couldn’t share anything yet.  What is this big news?

I’M PREGNANT!!! 🙂

Yep, that’s right.  By October, we’re expecting a little bundle of Spanish-American joy. 🙂  Obviously, going through first trimester gloriousness, all I’ve had to talk about is feeling sick, tired, or cravings.  Not the greatest blog material, but I think from here on out we’ll be alright.  Although, I have found some of my cravings amusing, especially when they come on so randomly.  Like the time I woke up and said, “Pancakes!”  That’s all I wanted.  Right away.  Yikes…

And for those of you who might be wondering, no, we weren’t exactly trying.  It actually went something like this, “Wow, things are going really well.  Yeah, maybe in a few months we could…oh, are those two pink lines?  Nevermind!” 🙂  We are SUPER excited, and my husband has already started looking for baby-sized futbol (soccer) jerseys.  My brother texts me about once a week, wondering if we know whether it’s a boy or a girl yet.  And I’m pretty sure none of our parents have stopped grinning since our announcement. 🙂

And here’s baby’s first picture, at 9 weeks:

It's kinda fuzzy, but you can see the head, torso, and a little hand! Baby was a little wiggly, so it was hard to get a clearer pic.

So, other than that, I’m still housewifing, although I have begun a job search, mainly focusing on at-home opportunities.  The flexibility seems to fit well with our current “long term goals.” 😉  I had to take an “assessment” to find out whether I can…I don’t know…follow directions?  We’ll see how it goes, I haven’t gotten the results back yet. 

As for what I’m not doing: jury duty!  I got a letter from my old city, summoning me to yonder East Coast.  But one phone call and an email with a scanned copy of my new driver’s license later, I was excused.  Apparently, they’re not up for reimbursing 10-hour road trips or authorizing Skype in their courtrooms…yet.  The sad thing is, I am one of like 10 other people in the U.S. who would actually enjoy reporting for jury duty!  Call me a nerd, but I think it would be interesting.  So, there’s a bit of pre-Friday irony for you to savor: me, of all people, getting out of jury duty, no hassle! 🙂  Sorry for those of you who will be dragging your feet to the courthouses.  Maybe some day I’ll get to. 🙂

I once read a post on a friend’s blog – My Interior By Design – that went like this:

1. Healthy things grow.

2. Growing things change.

3. Changing things challenge us.

4. Challenge forces us to trust.

5. Trust leads to obedience.

6. Obedience makes us healthy.

7. Healthy things grow.

Change.  It can be so difficult.  It can be so good.  It can be a pain in the butt!  Changes have really hit me as I adjust to life in a new state (and yes, sometimes I walk around during my day with the David Bowie song, “Changes”, stuck in my head).  For example, in the state of Georgia, you get your driver’s license from the Department of Driver Services (or DDS), but then you go across town to a totally different office run by the county to get your car’s plates.  Never had to do that before, and the idea sounded awful – two different offices to complete a task that I used to be able to take care at one?! Come. On.  Well, it turned out to be a rather painless and efficient system, because it took all of 20 minutes for both my husband and I to get our car tags, so…yay! 🙂

Another thing I’ve been adjusting to is not knowing anyone around here.  Well, I’ve got my neighbor, who’s been really nice, but she’s much older than me, so we probably would run out of things to talk about if we ever found a place we both wanted to hang out.  I really drive myself crazy at church or Starbucks, which are both places I used to go and see friendly faces.  Oh, well, the faces are friendly enough around here, too, but none of them are familiar.  That doesn’t stop my from scanning every face, trying to find someone familiar!  Still haven’t found one.  😦

It’s hard to think back and remember that only 5 years ago, I was in the same situation in Virginia.  I had just moved from the Midwest, where I was born and raised.  Friendly strangers, low humidity, and cold weather were all I had known!  Needless to say, moving to the East Coast/South, living 20 minutes from the ocean was quite a culture shock!  I didn’t know anyone, I didn’t have a job, and I didn’t have a clue where to start!  Fast forward half a decade, and as we packed up all our earthly belongings (besides the ones that are still being stored in my parent’s basement), we said several teary goodbyes to people who had become close friends.  People who I had never known existed a few years before are now some of the dearest people to me. 

And now, I look forward to living that all over again, even though I have no idea what the process will look like, and it probably won’t be all that fun sometimes, but one day, I will be able to look at my life and smile at all the wonderful people who have come into it at different times, in different places, and made it so much more special.

So here’s to growth, change, challenge, trust, and obedience!

And, no, I’m not talking about the ‘Ctrl-I’ command. 🙂  After yesterday’s post, I started planning my list…  At my last job, I had a very specific notebook that I would use to keep my lists, and when I thought about it, I realized that one of the things about my lists that keeps me so motivated is the presentation of the list.  Now, before we pull out the ‘OCD’ stamp and apply it directly to my forehead, let me clarify – not all lists are created equally.  My grocery/shopping lists get scribbled on whatever scrap of paper (or junk mail envelope) is within arm’s reach, for example.  When I’m making a list that needs to keep me on track, motivate me to finish something and keep me organized, I like it to be as presentable as possible, to keep myself focused on the items on the list, rather than the overall look of the list.

I prefer a sturdy notebook, and I need a smooth-writing pen; gel-ink are nice, and I’m not opposed to ballpoint, as long as they won’t gunk up, smearing blobs of ink in the middle of a letter, or dry up, leaving ghosts on the page where I meant a word to be.  But most importantly, I have to write clearly – if I start chicken-scratching or misspelling words, it just ends up distracting me.  Which reminded me of all my penmanship exercises in grade school.  Does anyone else remember those?

At the risk of walking smack into another label, I was homeschooled through eighth grade, and my mother taught me how to write: print (or block), cursive, and italics.  For those of you who are unfamiliar, italics is sort of a cross between block and cursive, like fancy block, but more legible than cursive.  The style I learned is very much like the picture below.

I haven’t practiced my handwriting in so long that I hardly remember how to write like that anymore.  I’ve read that some schools aren’t even teaching cursive anymore, because it’s become an irrelevant skill, in light of all the typing we do on computers nowadays.  But I miss it.  I love reading notes and letters from my grandmothers, looking at their delicate, flowing script that they worked so hard to perfect until it became second nature.  Mine wasn’t nearly as graceful as theirs, but it wasn’t too shabby-looking…

I think I’m going to start practicing it again!  Would you consider it ironic for me to Google practice sheets? 😉

Today is my first day being a true stay-at-home housewife.  Even though I left my last job in November to move to another state, I am only just beginning to count my days of housewifing today because this is my first day home alone. <Feel free to insert the Macaulay Culkin scream here…you know you want to>  My husband started his new job today, which leaves me in the house with our dogs, what’s left of the moving boxes, and the laundry.

It has been an interesting day – this is the first time since I-can’t-remember-when that I’ve been without a job or school schedule to keep me on task.  Not having an automatic structure in place, I spent the better part of my morning nursing a cup of coffee and browsing the internet.  I started with the essentials, of course (Facebook, Twitter, headlines of msn.com), then moved on to re-formatting my blog, and wrapped up with glancing through Google’s top results for event planners in my new city.  After a look at the clock (the entire morning had escaped me), I tackled some boxes; unfortunately, it was all the little bathroom things that need organizing, so there was a lot of work with little visible progress.  Very frustrating.  Thankfully, I have a very understanding husband, and after I vented my own disappointment of my lack of productivity, he simply said “It’s ok.”  🙂  I love him! 

I think keeping lists will be the biggest help for me.  I used to have a notebook designated for all my to-do items at work.  I think I’ll do the same for all my home projects.  That way, I can take a look at what needs to be done at the beginning of my day and assess my progress in the evening.  I’m a very list-oriented person – I find them very motivating. 🙂  Well, that about sums up my first day of “housewifing.” 

In other news, my husband had a WONDERFUL first day of work!  Yay! 🙂

I wrote this on my iPhone while in the backseat of my friend’s car as we navigated the streets of Mexico City.  Enjoy! 🙂
 

How to drive in Mexico:
1. The horn is your friend. Use the horn. A lot.
2. The turn signal is not your friend. Nobody cares about what you’re doing until you actually do it, so get moving!
3. If you need to change lanes, do it now. That’s why the other cars have brakes.
4. Don’t worry about those lines they painted on the road. If your car fits mirror-to-mirror next to another car, that’s a lane.
5. Also, those red stop signs are really more of a suggestion; we’re not sure why they bothered to put them up, maybe for decoration?
6. Ditto for most traffic lights.
7. And the policemen directing traffic.
8. If you want to turn left, remember to get into the far right lane first.
9. Treat all rotundas like normal intersections – if you want to go left, go ahead and go against the majority of traffic.
10. While making a left turn in a rotunda, feel free to stop if you need to – everyone will just go around you.
11. Street signs are not very reliable, but taxi drivers give great directions.
12. Buses always have the right of way; even if he rear-ends you, it’s your fault.